A Dance With Death

Oh death, what say thee when it’s my time? Will thou come to me, or will I go to thee? Will you really want me in my prime, or do you have your own decree? I fear you death, for I know you not. Thee comes, but not when you are called. Will thou extend your hand to me, and free me from my earthy burdens? Nay, thou do not have this power. Thou are nothing but a blight, born of a rapscallion's belly; from an ancient and unholy sepulcher ground. Thou are govern by a consulate of dread. Oh, you Angel of Death, do not think me a coward upon seeing thy ghastly presence. All you will get is a worthless earthly body. I am a spirit of maternal love, given me by someone more dominant that thou. So, come ahead and do your labor, and thou will see another me. So, Take my human flesh and bones. I feel His presence close to me. So stand clear, for it is He, who will claim my everlasting soul. Sponsor Chantelle Anne cooke "Dance of Death, Contest March 2,2019